Prologue: The Gallery Queen
All kinds of posts circulated through the Hunter Gallery.
Useful information threads, newbie questions, pure humor posts thrown up for a laugh.
The variety was so wild that sorting them into categories felt pointless.
It was chaos itself — a digital Spring and Autumn Warring States period.
But just as heroes always rise in turbulent times to gather power under their banners, even the messy Hunter Gallery was bound to produce hunters who became its pillars.
📷 (Photo of Han Gaeun emerging after clearing a Gate)
📷 (Photo of Han Gaeun walking expressionlessly through the crowd)
📷 (Photo of Han Gaeun climbing into a car)
Damn. She's Gallery Queen for a reason.
Seeing her in person — the aura? It's no joke. No wonder she's S-Class and getting scouted by America.
Insane amount of people, but honestly? I'd go again.
📷 (Just a plain white image)
You think you can commune with a goddess that easily?
Is the Gallery Queen your buddy or something?
📷 (Dogeza meme of total surrender)
…is how I shall begin my ten-line poem.
Sorry. I was bored and decided to farm some aggro.
But hey, didn't this put a little more life into the gallery? That's what I think, anyway.
📷 (Photo of the crow tit perched on Han Gaeun's shoulder)
First time in my life I've been jealous of a crow tit.
The Gallery Queen seems to absolutely spoil that little bird. Every single photo of her has the crow tit in it, no joke.
If I were a crow tit, would Han Gaeun take me home and raise me too?
Korea — a nation that idolizes its stars and hungers for them.
And in this era, the star who held the entire country in thrall was S-Class Hunter Han Gaeun.
Her popularity was so overwhelming that disagreement simply did not exist.
Ability, looks, character — a talent who lacked nothing in any category, elevating Korea's renown. There was no one who could dislike her.
"…or so they say. What do you think, Star Hunter Han Gaeun?"
"Haaah. Crow Tit, you've been reading weird posts again, haven't you…"
"Ahaha. What? It's funny!"
"No — Crow Tit, you actually find that kind of thing funny?"
Yeah. Extremely. Exceedingly funny, even.
The crow tit perched on Han Gaeun's shoulder chirped with laughter, teasing her mercilessly.
Gaeun's face flushed red as a ripe apple as she shot the little bird a sharp glare.
Outside, Han Gaeun wore the coldest, most aloof expression in the world. Watching her react like this made the teasing more than worth it.
"Master — no, Crow Tit. If you keep this up, I'm cutting off the internet."
"Hmm, is that so?"
"Yes. I can't live like this, constantly getting tormented."
Han Gaeun's voice was deadly serious.
"Heh heh. My dear disciple. How dare you try to surpass your master?"
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean…"
"I foresaw this exact situation and prepared a countermeasure of my own."
The crow tit looked at Han Gaeun with an expression of pure disdain.
Granted, it was still just a fist-sized fluffball of a bird — but Gaeun felt a distinctly bad premonition settle over her.
And bad premonitions never missed.
Polymorph
White mana gathered around the crow tit, and the world flashed bright.
When Han Gaeun closed her eyes and opened them again, what stood before her was no longer the crow tit's tiny form.
"Ahem. You forgot that I can use the internet in human form too, didn't you, my disciple?"
It was a small girl who looked barely a hundred and fifty centimeters tall.
"Crow Tit. Why are you really doing this to me."
"Hmm? Because it's fun."
In the form of a girl, the crow tit burst into laughter once more.